Chasing Perfect (Fool's Gold #1)(71)

“She screwed up big time letting you go.”

He smiled. “Thanks for saying that, but she wouldn’t believe you. It worked out for the best. We never would have lasted. She wanted what I was. The guy on the cereal box with a bestselling poster. She wanted our names in the tabloids, photographers following us. I wanted something different.”

“You were followed by photographers?”

“Sometimes,” he admitted, putting his hand on her waist. She felt the warmth of his fingers through the oversized T-shirt she wore. “There are ways around that sort of thing. Live a normal life and for the most part they ignore you.”

“So what was the best part of your former life?”

He thought for a second. “Being on a team. Working hard, then kicking ass in a race. Waiting for the ranking, wanting to be number one and knowing if I wasn’t I would have to work harder. Sometimes I miss the screaming fans, but not as much as everything else. Mostly I miss being that guy.”

“You’re still that guy.” She thought about what he’d said. “What about all the travel? Not having a home?”

“Fool’s Gold is home.”

“You weren’t here much.”

“I didn’t have to be here to know I belonged.”

Probably because he’d grown up here. He could take the relationship, so to speak, for granted. But it wasn’t like that for her. She wanted permanent roots, ones she could see. She wanted to wake up in the same bed every day knowing that she would continue to wake up there year after year. The only changes she wanted were paint colors and carpeting.

“Will you go back?” she asked. “After the race, if it goes well?”

“I don’t know.” He smiled at her. “Whatever happens, this will be my home, Charity. I’m not running from you.”

“I didn’t think you were. You’re the type to run to something, not from it. Do you think about what it would be like now?”

“Some. I’d be different. Not take any of it for granted. There’s something to be said for wisdom, but I’m not sure it can completely make up for being older. A comeback would require a huge commitment.”

He continued talking about the “what ifs” of racing. If he was able to compete and if he did well. He didn’t mention winning because that was to challenge the gods.

Charity listened and did her best to be supportive, but in her heart, she felt the first whisper of a chill. The coldness surprised her. Didn’t she care enough about Josh to want him to be happy?

She already knew the answer to that, and wondered if it was something else. Something far more frightening than being selfish. As she turned over the possibilities, one of them became more clear than the others. A truth she couldn’t avoid.

She was in love with Josh.

Life was nothing if not ironic. She was in love with a man who made his living moving at top speed, when she only wanted to stay in one place. She’d done her best to avoid her mother’s trap, and here she was, completely caught.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about your future.”

“Not a very interesting topic.”

“It could be. Imagine if you do well during the race. You’ll have it all.”

He shrugged, as if it didn’t matter, but she knew otherwise. Josh would never be happy just being a regular guy. He was someone who needed the roar of the crowd, and she was just one person.

BERNIE JACKSON HELD A meeting on Monday, to bring everyone up to speed on the investigation. Charity spent the first few minutes doing her best not to let her newly discovered dislike of attractive redheads get in the way of paying attention. She reminded herself it wasn’t Bernie’s fault she had a more than passing resemblance to a barracuda-like reporter.

“We’ve tracked the money from the state to here,” Bernie explained. “We have copies of the cleared checks. They show the city stamp and apparently passed through the city account. However, there are no records of a deposit and even more troubling, no records of a withdrawal.”

“Do you think someone went back and removed the items from the computer?” Marsha asked. “The deposit and the withdrawal?”

“Possibly,” Bernie said. “But what about the bank? It doesn’t show the money going in or out, which means it went into another account.”

“Do we know if it even arrived here in town?” Charity asked. “The check could have been intercepted in Sacramento or before it physically arrived here. It was a paper check, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Bernie said. “If it never arrived here, then whoever is perpetrating the fraud is going to be harder to find. But based on what I know so far, that seems a fairly likely explanation. I’ve contacted other communities to find out if anyone else is having the same problem.”

“I don’t like it,” Chief Barns said. “I like criminals who do their dirty work out where someone can see.”

“That would make things simpler,” Bernie agreed.

She discussed the rest of her investigation, took a few more questions, then the meeting ended. Charity found herself walking with Robert back to their floor.

“How are you holding up?” she asked.

“Okay. People are still looking at me funny. I’m living with it. Bernie’s told me privately that she should have me completely cleared in a couple of weeks.” He grimaced. “I’ve given her complete access to my financial records. Checking and saving accounts, my retirement account. All of it.”